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Rachel’s Contrition, Chapter 15

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Of lop rabbits and dead children, and dreadful thoughts that must be pushed far, far away

Continued from Chapter 14

Rachel’s Contrition

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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Lilly seems a bit softer the next time I see her. Her nails are clean and pink instead of black, and her face is devoid of black eyeliner. Maybe the gift from Steven has brought her some comfort, or maybe she’s let her guard down a bit, not putting on her masquerade for me like she does for the rest of world. She’s probably realized I’m not worth the effort.

She seems to be dealing with Steven’s death better than I am with Caroline’s.

I venture out for supplies and spend the rest of the day drowned in my own tears because I saw a polkadot hair bow in a store and remembered that’s what Caroline had in her hair the day she died. It brought her face back to me, tear-stained, crying.

I bite back a new flow of tears. I can tell by the way Lilly is fiddling with things in the room that she has something to tell me. I sit quietly on the sofa and wait. She moves around the room for five minutes before she speaks.

“They found a pair of shoes with blood on them.”

“The shoes, again. You told me they’d tested the soil on his shoes.”

“Another pair. Unfortunately Betts washed them.”

“With blood on them?”

“She said she’s just a maid, not paid to think about crime investigations. Of course they’re useless as evidence, now.”

“Do you think it was Steven’s blood?”

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